The worst thing to me would be that you put on the face you think people want to see, and then they don't like it and you think, Would they have liked the real me?

The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered.

You know, I once read a short story about how much you could tell about people from their shoes. You could tell where they had been, what they did, whether they were real walkers.

If I had lost a leg, I would tell them, instead of a boy, no one would ever ask me if I was 'over it'. They would ask me how I was doing learning to walk without my leg. I was learning to walk and to breathe and to live without Wade. And what I was learning is that it was never going to be the life I had before.

I come out of real life.

I have an obligation to try to live as long as I can for my family.

In a sense, having cancer takes you by the shoulders and shakes you.